Chapter 35: Hongtai is destroyed, and the familiar gold coin ring is here again
Chapter 35: Hongtai is destroyed, and it is time for the familiar gold coin explosion
In a villa shrouded in darkness, the lights are bright.
"Boss, it's bad. Our convoy was ambushed by Yao Wen, the leader of Heng. This was all a trap set by Xiao Sha. The prince was also captured by him. We've been fooled!"
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Bao Rong's tone on the phone was urgent, and fierce shouts and screams were heard from the side.
"What? When did Yao Wen transfer to Xiao Sha's side? He was the one who kidnapped my son?"
Uncle Mei, who was sitting in the study, was so angry that his blood pressure soared. His old face showed a look of disbelief. After a moment, he suddenly realized what was going on.
No wonder the little bully was chopped off and the prince was captured by Sangbo right after. It turned out that everything was a conspiracy by Xiaoshao. It was ridiculous that he thought he could control that young boy at will.
In the study, Uncle Mei took a sip of the best Longjing tea and forced himself to calm his irritable mood.
"Okay, okay! It was my fault that I was tricked by that bastard Xiaosha. How many people did Yaowen bring with him?" Uncle Mei asked in a deep voice.
"Uh, about a hundred people." Bao Rong's voice was intermittent.
"We have more Hongtai people than him. Baorong, kill Yaowen for me, and help the old ghost to clean up the mess!"
Uncle Mei was a gangster who had been in the underworld for decades, so he calmed down immediately.
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Before Bao Rong could reply, the half-closed door of the study was pushed open.
Uncle Mei didn't even raise his head, thinking that it was a servant cleaning the room, and said gloomily, "Asshole! Didn't I tell you not to enter the study room without my order? Get out!"
"Haha, Uncle Mei, don't be so angry. This is my first time visiting your villa, so I have to take a good look around."
Hearing the strange voice, Uncle Mei's face changed suddenly. He looked up and saw a strange young man looking at him with a smile.
"Who are you?" Uncle Mei asked in panic.
"Uncle Mei is so forgetful. Didn't he just ask the Little Bully to come to Xinzhen Street to chop me up tonight?" Ye Wenxiao sneered.
"You, you say you're cool? Where's my bodyguard? Get me some!" Uncle Mei's eyes widened, and he stood up and shouted.
"Hey, it seems that Uncle Mei doesn't welcome me? Your bodyguard doesn't know how to entertain guests. I have helped you solve the problem. No need to thank me." Ye Wenxiao grinned.
Please, God, help me solve this problem. Uncle Mei’s mouth twitched slightly, and he looked speechless.
He didn't expect that the dwarf mule, whom he didn't take seriously at all, could be so scheming and plotted against him to death.
This seems like they are trying to catch Hongtai in one fell swoop.
However, Ye Wenxiao did not rush to take action. Instead, he looked at the various antiques in the study, touching and looking at them with interest.
"Xiaosha, what I did was wrong. If you would please show some mercy, I am willing to pay 20 million to make amends!" Uncle Mei said gritting his teeth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, 20 million? Uncle Mei is really generous. However, I'll send you to sell salted duck eggs, and these 20 million are also mine."
Ye Wenxiao put down the antique in his hand and said jokingly.
"Humph, you dare to kill the boss of Hongtai, you'd better not get hurt, the people of Hongtai will definitely put a bounty on you and hunt you down!"
Uncle Mei threatened coldly.
"Oh? That reminds me. If I destroy Hongtai, won't that be fine?" Ye Wenxiao smiled faintly.
"Destroy Hongtai? Just your two streets of territory? Young people really don't know their place!" Uncle Mei said sarcastically.
"What if, I mean, what if the group of dwarf mules led by Bao Rong and Fatty are completely wiped out?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Mei seemed to have heard a huge joke.
"How cool! How can Yao Wen, who has only a few hundred people, defeat our 300-plus gang members? You think too highly of him!" Uncle Mei said disdainfully. "It's not up to you whether you believe it or not. Uncle Mei can call and ask." Ye Wenxiao shook his head.
Uncle Mei quickly grabbed the phone on the table and called Bao Rong and others again, but no one answered.
I dialed several numbers in succession, but still no one answered.
Finally, the fat guy's call was finally connected.
"Fatty, what happened? Has anyone killed Yao Wen? Where are Bao Rong and the others?" Uncle Mei asked in rapid succession.
"Uncle Meimei, it's over, it's all over, all the people we brought with us have been beheaded."
The fat man shook his head and spoke tremblingly.
Just when the two sides were fighting fiercely, Gao Jin and Luo Tianhong suddenly rushed in with dozens of Xiaodun security team members.
When Yao Wen's men saw the reinforcements arriving, the situation instantly reversed. With the addition of two top fighters, the group of dwarf mules led by Bao Rong could soon be unable to hold on.
In less than ten minutes, the battle was completely over.
Except for Yao Wen who lost a dozen dwarf mules, the security team members of Xiaodun were almost unscathed. The participation of Gao Jin and Luo Tianhong in the battle was simply a dimensionality reduction attack on Hongtai.
Hongtai only saved the fat guy's life, because he was in charge of the club's statistics and could have exploded the gold coins.
"How. How is it possible?"
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Mei slumped down on the chair, his heart finally hanging in the air.
Ye Wenxiao looked at Uncle Mei, who was full of despair, and lost his patience: "Okay, hand over your anonymous account in the Swiss Bank, and then I'll give you a quick death."
The secret of Uncle Mei’s secret stash was, of course, revealed by Fatty.
"Hahaha"
Hearing this, Uncle Mei, who knew he was going to die, laughed wildly and looked at Ye Wenxiao as if he was looking at a fool.
What a joke! It's come to the point of a fight to the death, and you still want him to hand over the money he has saved over the years.
"You bastard, you still want my money in the Swiss bank? Dream on!"
Unexpectedly, Ye Wenxiao was not as angry as he imagined, and still said calmly: "Uncle Mei, you don't want Cuihua to get into trouble, do you?"
When he heard the word Cuihong, Uncle Mei's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he had aged ten years, like a dying old man.
In fact, Uncle Mei also has an illegitimate child, and Cuihong is the mistress he keeps outside.
After a moment of silence, Uncle Mei said, "How can I believe that you won't do anything to these orphans and widows?"
Ye Wenxiao spread his hands: "You can only believe it, do you have any other choice?"
"Hahaha, it's true that heroes emerge young. I, Chen Mei, am doomed! The passbook of the Swiss account is in the safe. The password is six sixes."
Master Su was very efficient. In less than half an hour, he transferred more than 32 million in cash from Uncle Mei's anonymous account in a Swiss bank.
Now that he had the money, Ye Wenxiao was too lazy to say any more nonsense. He raised his hand and waved. Wang Jianguo behind him understood and stepped forward to twist Mei Shu's neck and killed the gangster tycoon.
Memories kept coming back like a kaleidoscope of memories. Uncle Mei recalled the black gold era of Hong Kong Island. His Hong Tai would often wipe out entire families. Now it was just tit for tat.
At this time, the prince had been beaten beyond recognition by Sangbo. He went down to see his grandmother, and the father and son were reunited.
After taking millions of cash from the safe, a huge flame engulfed everything in the villa.
(End of this chapter)